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it's so quiet."
"It's all right, aunt. There's no one to be frightened of. I am very
unhappy too. I'd like to talk about her to you."
"No, no--your poor mother--I mustn't say anything. They'll be down upon me
if I say anything. They're very sharp. He's sitting up with her now."
Peter drew another chair up close to her and took her thin hand in his. She
allowed him to do what he would and seemed to have no active knowledge of
her surroundings.
"We'll talk about her," he said, "often. You shall tell me all about her
early life. I want to know everything."
"Oh, no. I'm going away. Directly after the funeral. Directly after the
funeral I'm going away."
Suddenly this frightened him. Was he to be left here entirely alone with
his father and grandfather?
"You're going away?" he said.
"Oh, yes--your Uncle Jeremy will come for the funeral. I shall go away with
him afterwards. I don't like your Aunt Agatha, but they always said I could
come to them when your mother died. I don't like your Aunt Agatha but she
means to be kind. Oh! I couldn't stay here after all that has happened. I
was only staying for your mother's sake and I'm sure I've never gone to bed
without wondering what would happen before the morning--Oh, yes, your Uncle
Jeremy's coming and I shall go away with him after the funeral. I don't
like your Aunt Agatha but I couldn't stay after all that has happened.
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